Elder Jingtian said to Liuxia Hui: "This abominable Taiji demon has repeatedly become an enemy of the cultivators in the world. Now is the time to ask him to take responsibility for this crime. First, go to the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda in Shushan. That is where the spiritual energy of the three realms converges. With the help of the pagoda, there is no need to worry about not avenging this great vengeance!"
At this time, the disciples of Shushan were also extremely angry. In the martial arts world, Taiji Sect relied on its reputation in the world. Although it was a rising star, it had a great momentum to take the lead. This made the Taoists hate it. The principles of Taiji were also the laws of nature that could not be changed in the world, but most of the Taiji disciples were common people. How could they be compared with the thousand-year-old martial arts sects? Even if they had been canonized by the emperor, they could not be superior to the Taoist sect.
If this demon gains the upper hand, wouldn't the thousand-year-old Taoist heritage be destroyed by the sinister people in this world? If the thousand-year-old Taoist sect is destroyed and Tai Chi is superior, how can the major sects stand firm in this world? Although Tai Chi is mostly righteous, this disciple is so sinister and vicious that it is hard to praise him.
The leaders of the major sects looked at Wu Yugang and others fighting in the sky, and a nameless fire arose in their hearts. But it was difficult to defeat this opponent. They had no choice but to obey the words of the ancestor. When the black aura rising from the demon-gathering banner waved by the ancestor Jingtian filled the temple, it also secretly gathered under the Shushan Demon-suppressing Tower not far away.
This tactic of pretending to build a plank road while secretly crossing Chencang was very skillful for Elder Jingtian, a demon from another world who would do anything to achieve his goal. Looking at the Taoist who flew away, Elder Jingtian was secretly happy. Thinking about how afraid the Taoist was of Tai Chi before, or maybe the divine power of the heavenly soldiers allowed the Taoist to take the opportunity to escape. However, if the Taoists in this sect did not have the momentum to rise against the heaven, how could they cultivate to become immortals
Now that they have made a comeback, they can also let the Taiji disciples know how powerful the Taoist sect is. It is not so easy to bully. Not everyone can establish their own sect in the martial arts world. If they cannot get the recognition of the Shushan sect, what can they do even if they have the body of an immortal? The martial arts world relies on strength to speak. It is not that one or two Taiji disciples can be arrogant just because they have cultivated the body of an immortal.
Moreover, the Tai Chi disciples who have cultivated into immortal bodies may not have cultivated through the Tai Chi method. If they want to achieve immortality, they also need the recognition of this sect. Now is the time to let your sect, which is only a hundred years old, know how powerful it is. A sect that is only a hundred years old, what strength do you have to fight against the world's Taoist sects, and what foundation do you have to compete with the world's Taoist sects
Elder Jingtian was delighted when he saw the man from the sect. It was a rare opportunity for him to have a showdown with the Taiji sect members and their followers. He was considered an outstanding figure in the Taiji sect, and now he could taste the bitter fruit of standing high and falling hard.
The more Elder Jingtian thought about it, the happier he became. As he waved the Demon Gathering Banner in his hand, the black clouds gathered on it also appeared in the surrounding sky, surrounding Wu Yuguang and the others in the mist.
At this time, the huge Mang bull was still full of fighting spirit, its huge body leaping and jumping, its horns like steel knives never leaving Yang Chenguang's side. The young Yang Chenguang had become a brave bullfighter, fighting with the huge old bull.
Not far away, Patriarch Jingtian was happy when he saw Yang Chenguang being entangled by the Mang Niu. Although the formation was completely broken by Yang Chenguang, it seemed that his skills were very strong, but facing this big bull, he was helpless. He only needed to strengthen his magic power, and the kid would not be far from death. It could also relieve the hatred of breaking the formation.
When Patriarch Jingtian thought of this, the demon-gathering banner was suddenly inserted into the ground. On the demon-gathering banner, there was a huge bull roar, and two bulls came to surround Yang Chenguang. At this time, three Mang bulls surrounded Yang Chenguang in a circle.
Yang Chenguang was surrounded by the Mangniu and looked around at the three beasts ready to attack. The sharp horns looked extremely cold in the looming black fog, making people feel the fear in front of them. In the dark smoke, the wild bull held the weak child tightly in his hand. If he was not a god who had cultivated an immortal body, even a hunter who had been through many battles would lose his sense of proportion and find it difficult to control his terrible state of mind. He collapsed under the sharp horns of the Mangniu and could not escape.
At this moment, a shrill cry suddenly came from the sky, and an eagle appeared in the sky. This eagle was not the sacred creature sacrificed by the Jingtian Patriarch, but a goshawk that lived on the cliff and lived a lonely life. The eagle hovered in the sky, and did not escape because of the evil spirit here. It soared in the sky, looking for its own food. Looking for its own way to survive.
Yang Chenguang was extremely surprised when he heard the howl of the hawk. Although he was small in stature, his momentum of soaring into the sky was no different from that of the hawk. They were both in that dangerous place of survival, pursuing their own piece of blue sky. In the sky, they looked down upon the desolate situation in the human world and the world full of intrigues. In the infinite sky, everything seemed so small and clear, just like the food in their mouths, becoming the essence of survival that could not be replaced. And that heroic spirit was like piercing through the pale morality of the human world, turning the heart of justice into desolate and tragic.
This young Yang Chenguang, however, has experiences and experiences that are not commensurate with his age. This is something that those ignorant people in the world cannot achieve. It is also because he can understand the shamelessness and evil covered by the pale morality of the world. This has made Yang Chenguang, a young disciple of Taiji Sect, grow into the only boy in the underworld who can appreciate the chaotic principles of the three realms.
The Mang Niu was not a kind person either, and it charged at Yang Chenguang without mercy, wanting to trample this child who understood the truth and reason of the world under its feet and kill him on its huge sharp horns.
When Yang Chenguang saw the Mang bulls charging at him, he was quick-witted. When the three Mang bulls were about to touch him, he jumped up towards the hawk that flew overhead, and aimed his short stick at the place where the three huge heads of the Mang bulls gathered, and fired a thunderbolt of earth fire. The huge fireball fell from the sky and landed in front of the three Mang bulls.
The fireballs were everywhere, and suddenly, there was a thunder explosion among the Mangniu. This huge force was like a cannonball, blowing up the Mangniu, throwing them high into the air, and turning them into countless fine black smoke, filling the temple. (To be continued)